The last pale light in the west Who: Rick and OTA physical plane combatants When: All day Saturday and into Sunday Where: The Police Station / Other Places in Marrowood What: Protecting the empty vessels from would be possessions, keeping the possessed under wraps, and possibly removing some possessions?
When Rick got word from the Research Team they thought they had a handle on sending a group forward into the Astral Plane, Further, whatever they wanted to call it, he was told to keep an extra special watch on the bodies, and was thinking maybe they should try to start emptying out the ones that'd been stolen. If only so it would be easier once the Astral Crew got back with the souls. One less thing, right?
The only problem was this was not Rick's forte at all. However, he was in very good company of the multi-dimensional sort. No one person was from the same world, save for his companions, and as he'd quickly found out, they all had something useful and exceptional to offer. Whether or not they each believed it to be true.
"If anyone has any ideas on how to get those things out of our friends, I'm open to suggestions. Word is from Research it'll only make things easier for everyone to get back into their bodies and I know we'd all like to speed up that process." He glanced briefly to the Colt Python resting in his belt, starved for use because unfortunately, bullets didn't necessarily work around here. "Not to mention it's likely those things in the other world know what we're doing and won't make it easy. We've gotta keep our guard up."